Whether the world has changed for the better or worse, no one knows the answer. 『』

One thing is certain, though, and that is that the world has completely changed.

As the sky grew dark, a Y-20 heavy transport plane finally approached its destination after several in-flight refuelings. The afterglow of the slanting sun stained the west coastline of the former American continent with a layer of blood red. The plane, painted with the logo of the Central Continent Peacekeeping Volunteer Corps, took off from Nagoya Airport in the Japanese Boon Islands and flew towards the former U.S. hinterland, a long-distance flight that made the crew tired.

The destination is close at hand, but it's not easy, and the red glow of the setting sun makes the atmosphere a little weird.

"What about the navy, have the escort planes already left?" The co-pilot looked back in the direction of the cargo hold, as if someone was going to steal the supplies on the plane.

"Sooner or later, it'll be gone." The captain's expression was relaxed, and his eyes were a little dazed, "Otherwise, they will have to prepare to bathe in the sea." ”

"I don't understand, why didn't the Navy escort us all the way. That saves a lot of trouble. ”

"Don't you understand, you still want this skin on top." The pilot lazily raised his hand and patted his face through his helmet, "Before the new treaty is signed, military aircraft will never be sent into the former US mainland." You have to figure out why you want to recruit Nanyang to build this peacekeeping volunteer team. It is already very good for the Navy to escort half-way, and there will definitely be a former US escort plane coming over to hand over on the way. ”

"In that case, the Navy is here." The co-pilot's feelings were always a little nervous, and the fatigue of the long-distance flight made him speak without thinking, and blurted out what he thought in his heart. Seeing that the captain didn't answer, he said again, "I heard that it was the Prince Company plane that handed over the escort, right?" Do you think it's reliable? ”

"Heh, wasn't the battle a while ago not bad? Their leader, Bill, is famous. ”

"I always felt hanging. I heard that they are holding a victory parade and a charity party, is this the right time? The co-pilot muttered, "I don't think the goods are normal this time." I'm not at ease with them escorting. He voiced his concerns.

The driver was at a loss, and he knew that the cargo on board was something that should not be discussed. After a moment of silence, he said: "The naval escort plane is gone." ”

"Hey, they're leaving, and they didn't say hello."

"Don't worry, look, look ahead. The 'that' I told you is already here. The captain pointed forward and hung up his oxygen mask.

The co-pilot had a strange expression on his face, his cheeks pushed upwards, but the corners of his mouth drooped, as if he was mixing excitement and worry, as if he had heard a fire break out in his neighbor's house: "Is it coming, really?" ”

"I'm sure I've been waiting for a long time." The captain was a little smug about the fact that he could say, "I said that I would come, and I arrived before the Princes escort plane." ”

What the crew was talking about was a dark shadow on the horizon.

"Really." The co-pilot's excitement outweighed his uneasiness, and he squinted his eyes, trying to make out the appearance of the dark shadow.

The setting sun makes the scenery look weird, as if the sun is shining from below, and everything is shiny and dark, and it feels very strange. The co-pilot gradually saw that it was a strange-looking fighter jet, all black, with a canard layout. The canard wings on either side resemble the ears of a wolf, and there is only one large, round green eye in the center of the door.

"Hundred days ghost, this must be a hundred days ghost." The co-pilot's voice trembled slightly.

The captain scoffed, "It's kind of similar, but you should choose a bigger plane." He fiddled with the mission computer in his lapboard, "The identification information is JAS-39NG, Super Gripen, small plane." Safari mercenary, registered with the Montana State Police, tsk, guess how old the driver is. ”

"Isn't that a hundred days?"

"The driver is only 26 years old, and he is playing the whooping ghost." The captain shook his head, "I just said that the former beauty of Meng's attack made such a big fuss, and now there are many people who follow his example." The Gripen fighter jets are all sold out, as long as the planes that look like the Hundred Day Ghost are easy to sell. Young people like to imitate this kind of person, how to say, a bit of an evil so-called hero. But, it's no. He bowed and pushed the lapboard computer back, "Well, look to the right, at two o'clock, there will be two more there." ”

The enthusiasm of the co-pilot is still undiminished, and he is also young. As the captain said, two black dots appeared in the southeast one after another, all painted black, and a new type of green optoelectronic sighting device was installed in the nose of the aircraft, without exception.

"There's nothing more like it." The captain sneered.

"Aren't these hundred days?"

"Pop culture, you think it's Halloween."

As the captain said, when an easily hijacked aircraft, such as a large aircraft, enters the airspace of the former United States, there will be volunteer air defense team members dressed as 100-day ghosts to escort them, and they all want to be heroes. It didn't take long for the three black fighters to approach the Y-20, accompanying them like bodyguards, more faithful and reliable than the regular convoy of the Navy.

"It's a pity, it's useless." The captain's prejudice was deep, "If there is really something, who expects a little brat." We have to have a regular team, so we'll wait for Prince's fleet. ”

Inadvertently, a trace of worry crossed the captain's brows, "I didn't expect that Prince's people were actually late." ”

The navigation point on the multifunction display slowly moved away behind the Yun-20, and the agreed meeting point had long been missed, but the Prince convoy had not yet arrived. If it doesn't meet on time, the Y-20 will have to go through the airspace of the former western United States, which has regressed to the days of the Wild West. The four large ducted Y-20 aircraft, the latest version propelled by turbofan engines, were no more dominant than the four-wheeled carriages in the western to the robbers.

"At least they." The co-pilot motioned to the fans on both sides of the shooting.

His words were very weak, completely overwhelmed by the noise in the cockpit.

For the crew, the real lifesaver is the identification indicator light on the instrument panel. The long-awaited green response light flickered, making the captain's brow stretch a little: "It's finally here." "The radar showed a group of high-speed targets to the west, like fighter jets in close formation. A reply code appears on the recognizer, which is a cryptographic identifier specific to Prince Military Corporation.

"Don't worry."

The co-pilot looked at the interactive message: "Strange, does Prince use drones?" ”

"I still need to ask. You have to learn to think for yourself and judge for yourself. The captain taught him a lesson, "The head of Prince himself is a pilot, and it is impossible to use a drone." No one in the world can afford a drone as a real pilot. ”

"But the model identifier is a drone."

"Impossible." The captain twisted his face to the screen, his expression changed, and the ease he had just now suddenly turned into embarrassment. Although the approaching escort fleet uses the identification code of the Prince Company, the response information of the aircraft is a Walliers unmanned fighter.

The old guy suddenly changed color: "Quick, quickly contact the navy and the naval escort just now." Report the emergency and call them back immediately. ”

"What's going on?"

"Don't ask so much, hurry!" The captain was in a hurry, he started to fly the Yun 20 during the First Sino-Japanese War, and his survival until now depends on his sensitivity to the war situation. As he spoke, he increased the thrust of engines 3 and 4 and switched states so that the jamming missile launcher, the active electronic warfare jammer, the passive antenna, and all the means of self-defense he could think of were all in a state of readiness.

The co-pilot agreed, but it was too late, and the communication and electronic equipment of the whole machine were strongly interfered with. Faced with this situation, he began to panic.

At this moment, I heard a loud whistling sound in my ears, and even the ear cuffs of the helmet could not cover it. A huge bright light illuminates the inside of the cockpit. This is the characteristic whistling of the jet engine's full afterburner, and the three "Whooping Ghost" imitators next to the Y-20 are fully fired and ready to meet the enemy. The Safari Mercenaries, though not regular troops, are young and energetic, more agile, well-informed, and more informed than the sluggish Great War Legacy State Police. Besides, those who imitate the struck and the whooping ghosts certainly want to fight an equally great battle. I am afraid that these people have already known that the 20 of this entry is unusual, and they specially came to escort them on duty.

The captain didn't count on this group of people, and until now they still don't see it. Although they are the only saviors they can count on right now.

Who is the enemy and who is the friend, the co-pilot is completely confused, he only knows that he is here to transport goods.

It was the Walliers drone that appeared in the sky, the former fully automatic protector over the continental United States. Fierce and cold-blooded, these drones are highly effective weapons for maintaining post-war law and order. But in the Arnold incident, people saw the Achilles' heel of drones, which were too easy to be manipulated by outlaws.

The captain was well aware of this: Prince's escort plane did not come, but an unmanned fighter with a fake Prince identification code, which by no means bodes well.

In the cockpit of the Y-20, the crew members all shut up and did not say a word. Everyone was nervous, but they couldn't see anything. The radar was barely working, and the three "Hundred Day Ghost" imitators just now were circling and maneuvering, entangled with the unmanned fighters, and it seemed that there was an air battle. But the whole battle was out of sight, they couldn't see anything, they couldn't do anything.

The first green signal disappeared, and someone among the imitators of the "Whooping Ghost" was shot down.

The captain's eyebrows twisted, and his expression was complicated: "I really can't count on it." He was still waiting for the regular army, the Prince Military Company, to come to the rescue.

At this time, the Prince Company was plunged into an invisible chaos, like a terrible ocean current surging under the calm surface of the sea. Nearly all of the company's top and mid-level executives attend the grand victory parade to prepare for a charity dinner, and Bill's duplex villa is filled with instrumental music. There are very few people on duty in each department, and most of them are also having their own carnivals.

The fighter fleet on its way to the East Coast for escort missions had completely lost contact, and this critical piece of information was drowned out in the noise and clinking glasses.

At the banquet in the villa, Casey Green was alone with a goblet, trying to restrain her feelings. Bill's appearance in front of Miss Wang, she didn't want to see it.

The vibration of the phone on her chest made her frown. Casey pulled out the phone, it was from the airfield, and the strange female instinct made her uneasy again. Casey put down his glass and answered the phone as he walked in the direction of the less crowded terrace: "What's the matter, are you looking for Bill?" ”

"We can't find the wolf, we can't get through to him." The voice was choppy, "One of our escort convoys has lost contact. ”

"Okay, I'll get you Bill." Casey turned her head to look inside the banquet hall.

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